A/N: Anyone else confused on how demons age? Canonically speaking, I argue against Takahashi's statement that Inuyasha was exactly 15 when he was pinned to a tree. Maybe in human years he was, but not demon. We have seen in the anime that Inuyasha was born when his father died, which Myoga states happened 200 years before the Edo period (50 of which spent comatose on a tree) making Inuyasha 150 when he wakes, if we're not counting the 50 years. So, 10 human years for every demon year. At least, that's how I figured Shippo's age/appearance. I just. Ugh, demons and aging and appearance bother me sometimes.

To everyone involved reading this: Thank you, thank you for reading and I sincerely hope you enjoyed the story. I'm grateful to you guys and your input through the years and couldn't have gotten this far without you. Here's hoping I finish the other fanfics soon now that this one is done. It's been a great journey with you guys and the Host Club. I hope this epilogue lives up to the rest of the story.

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The Chef, the marvelous gift to the world of culinary art, was preparing a feast to be reckoned with. Usually people paid outlandish amounts of money just to make it into his restaurant that prided itself on never serving the same thing twice a year. But this was one event he'd do free of charge. Not that he minded cooking, especially when it came to dessert and he was surrounded by icings and confections made out of pure sugar. He had to practically pinch and remind himself how awful cavities were. He was still 4' 9," but filled out in a way that made women yearn to catch a peek at what was under that chef's uniform. The ironed on pink bunny patch was the only color that marred his pure white chef's uniform. Honey took a golden fork to slice a sliver off the dobos torte his kitchen had been preparing under his strict orders among the long list of delicacies that would be featured on tonight's menu. Tonight was certainly going to be one to remember for a lifetime. He'd been creating this menu for a year, trying to make it perfect for the clients it would be serving.

"Chef, how did we do?" An eager apprentice cook asked. Honey was practically wiggling from the light texture and bittersweet flavor that floated over his tongue. There was no need to ask how their chef was feeling about their creation. Nevertheless, hearing his praise was all his crew sought for. They absolutely loved working with him, not just for his culinary genius but also for his kindness. He was one of the few chefs that taught with a gentle hand rather than a firm one to get the message through.

"It's amazing, guys," he cheered as Inuyasha and Rin came in through the kitchen. These two were among the top three people Honey allowed back in the kitchen with staff. The third person being his cousin, Mori-sempai.

"It smells great, twerp," said Inuyasha with a sniff of his nose. All these goodies and he hadn't had to cook a single one. "Are those mangos flambéd?!"

"Inuyasha don't even start. I swear he starts on about baking and you can't get him to shut up," murmured Rin. She pulled Honey into a hug as the rest of the staff went back to pretend busy work to give their chef a moment with these two. These two people were rumored to be the inspirations for Honey's need and love to cook. Supposedly, they'd taught him everything they knew, so their tastes had to be absolutely extraordinary. Funny that they only ran a little bakery.

"Do you think they'll like it?" Honey murmured, returning the hug in full and pulling away, not without a cuff on the head from Rin's husband.

"They'll love it, alright. And if they don't, more cake for you," responded Inuyasha, knowing full and well that ten years later and that kid still had a major sweet tooth. Hell, he was practically salivating already at the thought of eating all the leftovers. Truth was they probably wouldn't have any left with as many people as were showing up tonight. "How's your little woman?" Reiko Kanazuki, Honey's extremely long-time girlfriend turned wife. He was the second Host Club member, third, if you counted Kagome as an official host, to actually marry.

Honey reached up over the cabinets to touch one of ragged Usa-chan's ears. The pink bunny had become a sort of good luck talisman that everyone in his kitchen touched before they served the food. If you had a rough night in the kitchen then you probably hadn't touched the bunny. "Great, we're expecting, again. A girl this time! Don't tell the others, we want to tell them tonight," chirped Honey. He'd made a special dish for his Reiko due to her specific cravings. Their first child had been all sweets and such during her pregnancy, but this time around she wanted sour and salt. "How's my goddaughter, Usagi?"

"Outside with her brothers waiting for her Uncle Honey," responded Rin as they headed towards the door to peer out. "They're all almost here."

"What a class-reunion it'll be." Though he and Mori had graduated a year earlier than the others, they were invited nevertheless due to their affiliation with the Host Club. Actually, Tamaki had extended the invitation to all who'd attended Ouran from Hikaru, Kaoru, and Haruhi's earliest years upwards to Mori and Honey's. He'd intended on getting all friends together at once after hearing the commotion this reunion was going to cause and the sighs and whispers from other former students who'd wanted to attend. It would certainly be one hell of a night.

The tall lean man with spiky black hair glanced about before muttering into his ear-piece, "Coast is clear. And remind my younger brother to remain within range, but not noticeable."

"Sorry Mori, I couldn't help it—"

"You want this job. Do it well. Your spot on the roof is obvious," he chided. Mori had opened up quite a bit more in the conversation department since taking an apprenticeship under Sesshomaru's bodyguards. He'd even gotten proper schooling from the Ootori Police Force Academy. However, he preferred guarding close friends and none could get any closer than the little family stepping out of the modest Jeep that pulled in. Not failing in his duties, Mori went to open the door and waited as they got out. First the husband and then the lovely young wife.

"Mori, you don't have to do that, you know. It always feels so weird," griped Kagome with a shake of the head. "Tell him you prefer getting the door for me, Kyoya."

"And miss someone else being nagged? Not a chance," murmured the third son of Yoshio Ootori. And out after Kyoya's wife came… one, two, three, and Shippo brought up the fourth and eldest child in the brood. Looking... nine years old. He'd aged all of a year in the ten years spent. It was one of the depressing truths about raising a demonic child. Knowing that by the time Shippo reached the legal "human age" to drive they'd be old and withered. Beside Shippo was the rest of their litter. Ten-year-old Daichi, named for Kagome's father. Eight-year-old Yumi, named for Kyoya's sister. And of course, five-year-old Ume, named after Nekozawa of all people. So far, only one of Shippo's younger siblings stood tall over him, Daichi.

Immortality was a real bitch sometimes.

They'd already had a family discussion. Hell, the entirety of the Host Club had talked about it at lengths. Aside from their reunion, this week would be Shippo and Souta's last week with them before they traveled and saw more of the world under Totosai's tutelage of the craft. Funny thing, Souta's long exposure to the elements and magically enchanted items Totosai worked on had lengthened his life so Shippo wasn't in this adventure alone. And of course, there were the little quarterlings of Rin and Inuyasha's and Sesshomaru and Sango's halflings. The need for demons to go public was beginning to become a task that required addressing soon. But tonight, tonight was for the peace, the memories, and good cheer.

Tonight they'd have a farewell party to commemorate everything and, of course, the entire Host Club and families would come to Nekozawa's private beach. Nothing like getting everyone together. It wasn't that they hadn't seen each other in forever. Kyoya and Kagome saw Mori and his younger brother on a daily basis. They saw everyone else interchangeably. It was just that none of the Host Club members had managed to get every single one of them in one place, with children and spouses included, within the past year.

Bright festive lanterns lit up the entirety of the school. Such a huge school made it appear as if all of Japan were aglow. "The Headmaster spared no expense," commented Kagome with a smirk.

Even Mori had to whistle at the candles in weighted bags that lined every path and trail outside. It was very tasteful coming from a French bourgeois. "He probably wants to impress his young French wife," the tall bodyguard chuckled. He checked the phone that had vibrated in his pocket to check a message. Mori and that phone were barely separated now-a-days. Mori glanced back up at the academy. If the decorations were anything to hint at then the Headmaster was still in the newlywed phase, having been married all of two years and relishing every second of it. Tamaki was a late bloomer. He'd always been.

"Preening peacock. Took him long enough to propose to Renge," responded Kyoya fondly of his best friend and the Headmaster of Ouran, Tamaki Suoh. A chill blew through and Kyoya reached out to caress Kagome's shoulders. "Do you need my jacket?"

"No, just having déjà vu." So many memories. Good and bad flashed through her mind. Their lives had been an adventurous one. Getting through one life to find each other again and working through all of that drama. Ten years and it felt like the bat of an eye. Though Kyoya still inspired those hot passions she'd had in the Host Club room, like the ones when all the guests had left during their hay days as a newly married couple still attending school. They'd been so lucky they'd graduated when they did with Kagome two weeks pregnant as they walked across the stage to get her diploma. Not exactly as planned. They'd originally wanted to wait until after she received her Bachelor's, but life had a way of adding spice to the best laid plans. Thank god, Sesshomaru had the foresight to note the universities with daycares. Daycares and her mother had been her saving grace when rushing to classes at odd hours. She still wasn't living down that one after having told him before she was pregnant that she didn't need to worry about daycares.

Kyoya cupped her chin and leaned down catching her lips in the whisper of a kiss that deepened and made her knees jelly until a cheeky voice called out, "Not two steps on school grounds and they're already reliving high school. How many times did we catch them necking, Haruhi?"

"About as many times as we caught you two," rebuked Kyoya, wishing he'd gotten a moment more kissing his wife's inviting lips. It was just as well, he knew his own little family had been seconds away from making a series of smart ass comments about daddy and mommy being certified breeders. Which would mean going on to explaining to young inquisitive Ume what that meant. "We were always better at discretion unlike some people."

The lawyer suit was thankfully not on Haruhi today. Usually you couldn't get her out of that formal business attire, unless you were Hikaru and very, very persuasive. Long shaggy hair framed sexy angular features in a dress that could kill with long legs accentuated by heels Kaoru had no doubt tossed upon her. Kaoru had probably convinced Haruhi by saying he'd be hurt if she didn't wear his clothes he designed specifically for her. More like specifically for Hikaru to get her out of later. Kaoru was ever so subtle when it came to hinting at Hikaru and Haruhi that he was damned ready to be an uncle. Mischief always was afoot when a Hitachiin brother designed something.

Hikaru, two inches taller than his younger self, had a greedy hand holding his luscious wife's. The light coating on his own lips of color hinted at their own necking in the car on the way over. Kyoya rolled his eyes and motioned at Hikaru's mouth before one of his kids asked why Uncle Hikaru was wearing lipstick. Hikaru had proposed to Haruhi their last year in high school and had subsequently dogged her with unbridled determination for three more years in college until Haruhi had promised to marry him right after college. They'd married not two days after her graduation and were blissfully happy. He'd taken over video game designs while his brother had followed their mother's path to fashion.

Another voice chimed in, "We better get in there. There's no telling how long until the temptation of food gets to Honey," said Kaoru. The lean younger twin had parked his motorcycle in the packed parking lot and looked oddly down dressed and yet the flair around him stated he didn't need a dress suit to fit in here. A pierced ear, leather jacket, and confident eyes. The twins had long ago been discernible to people when their personalities had gotten larger. Hikaru, the game developer of the year who was now as efficient on a computer as Kyoya. Kaoru, the independent streak with a flair for fashion.

"Hey Uncle Kaoru," called out Yumi, running over to Kaoru who swung her up in his arms. "You know, it'll be real nice when I really am someone's uncle." He not so casually hinted.

"Of for fatty tuna's sakes," muttered Haruhi. "I'm going to do it."

"Haruhi, we aren't with the others yet-"

"You're going to be an uncle," she cheered! "Congratulations, Kaoru! I'm three weeks pregnant!"

The shock on his face was absolutely genuine as he set Yumi on his hip. Hikaru was shaking his head in exasperation, "It was supposed to be a surprise for everyone to hear. Now you're going to have to pretend to be shocked when we tell the others." There was a sniffle as the others turned around to see Mori wiping his eyes. "Mori, are you crying?"

The giant turned away and hid his face. "Just something in my eyes," the giant of a man murmured so happy for his friends. He walked over and opened his arms out.

"She's a handful," he muttered to Mori who took the squirming Yumi.

"Takes one to know one," he murmured just before Kaoru ran over to talk to an embarrassed Haruhi's stomach.

Flustered and nervous made the Headmaster of the school quite a sight to behold as he paced his office waiting for just the right moment to go down. Before he could get another step two hands latched onto his collar and pulled him into quite the steamy tête-à-tête with just enough tongue and twice as much passion. The kiss was enough to send the Frenchman into a tizzy as his wife pulled away from him. Renge knew just the way to relax his nerves. He'd wished he'd noticed her sooner. "Don't worry, it'll be fine," she said cheerfully, reapplying her lipstick and giggling at the color on her husband's lips that matched his flushed cheeks.

"Do you think-"

"They'll love it, Tamaki," she cut in. Renge's eyes shone. She knew how much work he'd put into this. The pacing and the late nights spent trying to compose just the right music for the ten year reunion. "All of it." Almost every last detail had been comprised by Tamaki aside from the menu, which had been left to the tasteful expertise of Honey. She'd never known how anal he could be about attention to detail until this past year. It just went to show there were always new things to discover in a marriage. "Now, let's go down there before we're late." Renge tugged on his arm. The duo passed a large family portrait in his office done just a year after his parent's marriage. The change in their features, the lack of a tense aura, the happiness was all a testament to the years that followed. He'd finally achieved the loving family he'd always wanted and his grandmother had not only accepted his parent's marriage, but had warmed up to his mother with surprising ease.

The huge dining hall looked tasteful with small tables and long tables dispersed everywhere to create cozy atmospheres for reunited friends. The meal brought out to them by fancy dressed waiters and waitresses was exquisite and Honey was positively glowing as Haruhi bombarded Reiko and Kagome with pregnancy questions. Hikaru was subtly asking Kyoya if pregnancy would cause her curves to get... well, curvier as the fabled legend went about pregnancy. Kyoya buzily cleaned off Ume's face, who was still small enough to sit in a high chair, but the girl loved making messes. As much as she looked like her father, she was her mother all around. Careful that their wives wouldn't notice, Kyoya quickly glanced over at them and looked back at Hikaru with a quick silent nod. Shippo was busy discussing with Mori the benefits of carrying side knives rather than guns as a means of protection. Both debating the efficiency of guns versus the silenter of weapons while Kaoru reached over Mori's sundae for a cookie off of Shippo's plate. "So, when do I get to see your new place Mori?" Tamaki asked amidst the chatter causing quite the blush to creep up Mori's neck.

He cleared his throat. "Well, you see..."

A smirk crept across Kaoru's face. "You haven't seen it yet? It's quite a place," he said with a low whistle. "Not too shabby. Quite tasteful for someone who wears black all the time." Mori kicked Kaoru under the table. The bit of pain and the wince it brought did nothing to deter Kaoru. "But it's understandable seeing as he lives with his boyfriend." A hush settle over the table.

"Mori-san, is this true?" Honey asked with a dimpled smile. "Why haven't I met him?"

There was quite the stare down between Mori and Kaoru. The twin deliberately reached out to pluck the cherry off of Mori's sundae and placed it in his mouth. All the while the taller man silently watched the tongue that flicked out to wrap around the cream coated cherry and bit it right off it's stem. "Yeah, Mori-san, why haven't you introduced him to your friends?"

"You aren't ashamed are you, Mori?" Renge asked with her eyes all aglow.

"Yeah, Mori, are you asha-"

And Mori's lips sealed right over Kaoru's smart assed mouth. Mori intensely kissed that sly smile right off Kaoru's face leaving no doubt to the table as to who Mori was living with. Kaoru's scarlet cheeks burned even after Mori pulled away from him. It wasn't everyday Kaoru was kissed in public so thoroughly by his boyfriend. While they'd played at the boy on boy love in high school they'd been nervous about openly coming out to their friends. Rather than astonished faces greeting them Mori and Kaoru heard, "I knew it! You owe me twenty bucks, Kyoya," from Hikaru who was feeling quite triumphant at upping Kyoya on guessing who Mori was involved with.

Mori's face had fallen in shock and Kaoru wallowed his face in Mori's neck from embarrassment. "We already kind of suspected," replied Kagome with a laugh as she a slice of cake from her own for Yumi. "I mean, those nights Mori would get a call and sneak off. You'd conveniently show up to watch the kids while Kyoya and I would go on a date and Mori would stay behind to protect them." The last part she did in air quotes. The signs had been there. Renge was thoroughly engrossed in chatting with Kagome about all of the signs they'd pointed out on their monthly girl outings with Reiko and Haruhi. It had apparently been a topic of hot discussion with the women who'd decided now was finally the time to get the answer they'd always wanted to know... how was Mori as a lover? And Kaoru felt himself sink into the chair while his lover silently chuckled to himself and draped a warm arm over Kaoru's shoulders.

"So, can we come over tomorrow," Honey asked. "I can make a moving in cake!"

Eventually the chatter had died down. Dancing had commenced. Photos were taken. And in the hustle and bustle of it all they finally slipped away from the crowd and made it there, to the room. They'd been saving it for that moment when the others would look up from their empty plates and know. They all wanted to see it before anyone else did. It was their right to see it! As they crested up the steps and opened the room it was with small intakes of air that they were hit with the beauty of it. Roses. Their specifically colored roses were littered everywhere courtesy of Tamaki. Desserts filled the room made by Honey and his crew. Decorations by Hikaru and Kaoru had been sent ahead and tastefully done up under Tamaki's instructions. Pictures had been gathered by Kyoya and Kagome and were hanging down from strings of the students who'd come to the club. Of their younger years. It was their original home. Where they had hosted, bonded, hated, and loved. It was where they'd become a family.

Kagome stared out the window remembering that day when she'd played the shamisen. The music gliding into the room. Music floated over the speakers in the room, a whole soundtrack Tamaki had composed. "What's so special about this room?" Their little Ume asked.

"This was where I fell in love with your daddy," replied Kagome. The significance of it was not lost on Kyoya as he'd already wrapped his arms around her waist in a nostalgic mood of his own.

"And where we fell in love," said Haruhi.

Kaoru pointed towards the couch, "And that's where your parents lost their-" Hikaru clamped a hand over his brother's mouth lest the children hear. He let go, his eyes giving ample warning that whatever Kaoru dished out would be returned in equal measure. "Oh, the good old times," Kaoru finished with a wry smirk. He'd actually been the one to stumble across Haruhi and Hikaru after school hurrying to get dressed again. When they'd become the leaders of the Host Club the three of them had been more… lax on who had to straighten up the place. He'd noticed a pattern when Hikaru and Haruhi began staying behind for a time. Once the kids had wandered over to the table littered with cookies and punch he spoke, his voice low enough that the youngsters wouldn't catch it, "Remember Haruhi thought she was pregnant for a whole week until you manned up and got a pregnancy test at the grocery store."

Haruhi smacked Kaoru in the back of the head. "If they hear something."

"They're distracted by the cakes," he shrugged

"Not all of us," commented Daichi. "TMI, Uncle Kaoru. TMI." He never remembered having quite a mouth on him at the age of ten, but then again, the kid was Kagome and Kyoya's.

Honey and Reiko sat at the table where he'd first served her when she'd come to the club after both the Host Club and the Dark Magic club were closed. Usagi, Inuyasha, and Rin sat with the duo all of them playing tea party with Usagi. "We're going to miss the fireworks if we stay in here," said Tamaki.

"I don't think anyone minds," murmured Renge just as the scheduled fireworks lit up fireworks lit up the sky over their little group and Renge turned off the light so they could press their faces against the glass and just watch. Tamaki sat against the piano with Renge. Their hands laced together. Mori held Kaoru from behind with his chin on top of his head. "I'll drive you home tonight now that the secrets out," murmured Kaoru. "You're riding bitch seat, though." Mori actually snorted. As much of a rebel as Kaoru presented himself to people, Mori could make him tremble and quiver back into the shy boy he'd once been in high school.

Kagome leaned against Kyoya as her kids ran about playing in costumes that were in the Host Club closet. Despite their graduation there was always a Host Club now. A smile tugged at her lips as she read the plaque in front of the center window of the Host Club that had been commissioned in honor of the original members.

A true friend is someone who lets you have the freedom to be yourself no matter your background. Love is acceptance no matter what.

Kagome closed her eyes against the kiss from her husband as they basked in the warmth of their friends. What a life they'd all had together and what a life they were going to continue having.

A/N: The End! And yeah, even I didn't see the Kaoru/Mori thing coming but it felt insanely good to work in. But... Happily Ever After!